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My Experience Paying a Bill in an Italian Village During the Corona Virus / COVID-19 Crisis
My Experience Paying a Bill in an Italian Village During the Corona Virus / COVID-19 Crisis

২২ আগস্ট ২০২০ ৩:৫৭ অপরাহ্ণ

It was February 21 once I unknowingly relocated to the Italian countryside to hideout from the Corona Virus. At the time, this hadn't been my plan because I used to be engaged in other activities. I had spoken with some friends and students about the likelihood that the Corona Virus would slowly travel across Italy. Although I had questioned whether the virus could impact Italian exportation of cheese and comestibles negatively, it had been clear that I et al. didn't really believe the virus would go away much of a mark.

That same day, I heard there had been an epidemic within the Lombardy region, sixteen confirmed cases! Yet, most of the people thought it might be contained. There was no way that the Corona Virus would reach the Piedmont region, I thought. most of the people dismissed this possibility, and lots of even went both to figure and to high school with cold and flu-like symptoms that resembled COVID-19. I used to be suspicious, telling myself that it must beat my head.

Then Piero told me I might be happier not taking the standard train to Borgomanero because infections were rising and it might be a touch risky. Thinking that I used to be better safe than sorry, I agreed to travel with him by car. Little did I do know that I might only return once to Novara to select up the things that were necessary to urge through the month! From then onward, I might be glued to the TV news additionally to the web news, which might arrive from sources across the planet as I used to be curious about a good sort of viewpoints.

Not long afterward, everyone in Italy would be required to remain home so as to not infect others or catch the virus. People could only leave to shop for necessary food, to go to the pharmacy, to pay a bill, or to eat and drink at an area cafe or bar. Villagers in Gattico-Veruno began to urge out for countryside walks in pairs if they resided together within the same homes. For a quick period, it had been nice to ascertain people out and about, returning to nature instead of traveling to neighboring towns for entertainment. As we saw the gloomy news about the victims of Corona Virus, we stopped going outside, and shortly the govt required everyone to supply an 'auto-certification', stating their exact reasons for exiting their homes or leaving their yards.

Despite my angst, the day eventually arrived to venture outdoors again, just to pay rent in America. I had called the proprietor to urge an extension, but the operator who answered was clueless about all that had been happening in Italy. They needed that rent money immediately, not knowing that the virus would soon arrive within the States, too. It appeared as I existed during a sci-fi film, and my article about why people loved zombie movies became more relevant to my state of mind.

Armed with an 'auto-certification', hand sanitizer, and respirator masks, we hazarded out into the sunny outdoors. Few people were around. First, I attempted to urge money from the bank that was closed. Then I attempted two ATM machines that weren't working. Still hopeful, Piero and that I visited the local post office in Gattico-Veruno was a sort young man, possibly in his forties, came bent help me use the ATM machine that was still refusing to simply accept my card. Next, I wanted to load an Italian open-end credit inside the post office.

There was another masked woman in line who feared contamination. We were the sole ones waiting, following the national decree to stay space between each other. one among the clerks in his late fifties to mid-sixties seemed grumpy, probably because it had been unfair that he had to figure when most others were reception. it had been certainly risky for him to be there. Both of the clerks said that the web wasn't working correctly, and there was no telling how long we might need to wait. They recommended that we attend another post office.

Discouraged once more, Piero and that I visited the neighboring village of Bogogno, a cute little town that jogged my memory of a painting by de Chirico because there wasn't a soul around. I could not help believe how I might wish to stay there for an extended period. regrettable it had been that the virus had invaded the country, making it impossible for tourists to enjoy such magnificent beauty! How could it be that such little village might be exposed to a harmful virus? I asked myself. If only God, who is represented in countless churches across Italy, heard our prayers!

Inside the Bogogno post office, I found a gracious woman in her mid-sixties who was wise enough to wear latex gloves to handle money. She was working behind a glass partition with a touch hole at rock bottom through which cash, debit cards, and papers might be passed back and forth. Maybe she was relieved that I, too, was wearing gloves and a mask. She efficiently took care of the transaction while carrying on a pleasant conversation with me. I used to be amazed by the way she could provide excellent, friendly service while not a dalliance . I didn't forget to wish her health and safety although one hesitates to mention such things which may be understood by some Italians to bring bad luck.

As I exited the post office, a stranger was close to entering. He was moving so fast, without a mask, that I jumped back for fear of contagion. When he realized that we had to stay a distance, he also distanced himself. Piero was expecting me outdoors within the distance as was required by law. Hastily, Piero and that I made our way back to the car, me thinking what a shame it had been to not be ready to enjoy such a pleasant village.

We didn't stop anywhere that I can recall on our way back to Gattico-Veruno. I just took a deep breath and searched for police which may question us. It seemed spring had begun as there have been many flowers adorning the homes and gardens. The landscape looked serene while the dark, heinous Corona Virus lurked somewhere out there, unbeknownst to us.

Laura Gail Sweeney, Ed.D., could be mentioned as an 'opinionists' in Italian because she is usually expressing her opinion about what's happening around her. She has always preferred to consider herself as a philosopher who writes and creates art. Sweeney has earned various graduate-level degrees. In 2005, she earned a Doctorate in Curriculum and Instruction from Nova Southeastern University. She has an MA degree within the Italian language from Middlebury College additionally to four MA degrees which include English, Creative Writing, Communication, and Education. She earned an undergraduate degree at The Atlanta College of Art in 1985.

Laura Gail Sweeney has also collaborated on a couple of books and written the romance entitled 'Brigid, Keeper of the Celtic Hearth', which is out there from Amazon, Barnes, and Noble, and a couple of other book vendors. additionally, to writing articles, she is currently writing a poetry book and completing a few paintings. She also teaches and mentors students.

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